Peerless Insect Deity

The more Song Lingtian spoke, the more serious his face became.

"Moreover, this is just one of the seven seventh-level qi-training disciples of the Taicang Sect. He is not the top genius. There is another person in the Taicang Sect who is born with the best spiritual roots and has not yet made a move. He He is the one with the highest voice for winning the title!”

"In the following games, once I meet a top talent, it will be more and more difficult for me to fight, because my moves are almost exposed!"

"So, the burden of winning the leadership position will basically fall on your shoulders!"

The other contestants looked at Ye Lin in surprise when they heard this.

Hearing the meaning of these words, Song Lingtian actually felt inferior in front of Ye Lin?

They underestimated Ye Lin at first. They thought that Ye Lin was just an ordinary person with some connections behind his back. He came to the competition simply to show off his face. He had some strength but was definitely not top-notch. However, Ye Lin defeated him overwhelmingly. Opponents made them change their views.

Although everyone knows that Ye Lin is already very strong, no one can still connect the words Ye Lin and Chief.

After all, Ye Lin's opponent just now was just an ordinary sixth-level Qi cultivator, and a cumbersome physical cultivator. In the world of immortal cultivation, most monks disdain physical cultivators and don't think Lu Liang is very strong.

Many people think that I can do it, but I can't be as beautiful as Ye Lin, which is surprising.

But after the conversation between Song Lingtian and Ye Lin, everyone realized that they had underestimated this handsome junior brother who was at the fourth level of Qi training.

Protector Wang, who was leading the team, stroked his beard and nodded slightly to Song Lingtian: "Don't say any more now. Let's meditate to recover our mana and prepare for the next game."

"There are only seven seventh-level Qi-refining dolls in the Taicang Sect. Now that you have eliminated one, it shouldn't be so easy to encounter a powerful enemy of Tang Qiuyue's level again!"

Song Lingtian nodded slightly, said no more, and didn't care to watch the game anymore. He just meditated and breathed on the spot, focusing on restoring his magic power.

Ye Lin, on the other hand, looked at other competition stages.

The competition between Song Lingtian and Tang Qiuyue was quite fast. Now a total of three of the ten games have ended, and there are still seven games still in progress.

But at this glance, Ye Lin's face immediately turned gloomy, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

Song Lingtian still won beautifully, but the other competitors obviously did not have it as easy as him.

At this time, in four of the seven games, the Taixuanmen contestants were suppressed and beaten by the Taicangmen contestants. There were even strong Taicangmen monks who knew that the Taixuanmen monks could not admit defeat. Relying on his strength to play tricks on the Taixuanmen monks, deliberately making the Taixuanmen monks lose face, making their teeth chatter, but there was nothing he could do to defeat his opponent.

This caused laughter from the surrounding Taicangmen monks, while the Taixuanmen spectators looked gloomy, depressed, and dejected, obviously suffering a heavy blow.

When they could no longer play anymore, the Taicangmen monks would severely injure the Taixuanmen monks. Some had their hands and feet crushed, some had their arms cut off, and some were turned into ice sculptures and burned until there was no good skin on their bodies.

But even so, most of the Taixuanmen monks have gritted their teeth and will fight to the death with their opponents as long as they have some mana left. With this ruthless spirit, there are some Taicangmen monks who really think they have a chance to win. Sometimes the counterattack is successful.

However, the vast majority of people ended up seriously injured after being ruthlessly played. Even the referee couldn't bear to see his junior brothers and sisters in such pain, so he took the initiative to ring the gong to announce the victory of Tai Cang Clan, which in turn won the Tai Cang Clan disciples. There was a lot of yelling, calling the referee unfair and breaking the rules of the game.

Fortunately, this game was held in Taixuanmen. If it were held in Taicangmen, Ye Lin didn't know what a cruel scene he would see.

Although none of these contestants had much personal relationship with him, Ye Lin couldn't help clenching his fists.

This also strengthened his belief that he must win the title.

Only with strength can one gain status and gain respect.

If the opponents of the Tai Cang Sect disciples were the superior Tai Chi Sect disciples, even if they were given a hundred guts to eat, they would not dare to play around like this and treat their opponents so cruelly!

Protector Wang walked slowly to Ye Lin and patted Ye Lin on the shoulder.

"Being humiliated and defeated may be a good thing for them. It is at least better than losing their lives. No matter how vicious the Tai Cang Sect is, they will not dare to kill people here. But in the future, if they fight against the Demon Sect and demons, they will lose. Really gonna die!"

"After they have gone through the baptism of blood, they should have a deeper understanding of the principle of knowing shame and then being brave, and they should be more eager to become stronger."

"Perhaps some people may think that our rules are too cruel, too rigid, and unfair to them, but...weak people deserve to be beaten. If you don't get beaten now, you will die in the future!"

"The master does not allow the disciples to admit defeat in this competition, and he has a deep intention in it!"

Ye Lin bowed respectfully to Protector Wang.

"Junior understand, I don't hate the people of Tai Cang Clan very much. Who makes us weak? If Tai Cang Clan doesn't bully us, the demon sect monsters will also bully us. At least this is a relatively mild method!"

Protector Wang showed a smile.

"Yes, who makes us weak? As long as we are strong enough, they will take a detour when they see us!"

Ye Lin clenched his fists, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"I will prove that I am better than them!"

Wang Hufa stroked his beard again and said nothing. Instead, he watched the game calmly with his old and sharp eyes.

Soon, the third round of the game ended.

The current results are as follows.

Taicang Sect: 18 wins!

Taixuan Sect: 12 wins!

This is based on the fact that Taixuan Sect has two unexpected dark horses, him and Song Lingtian. If they hadn't participated in the competition, the results of Taicang Sect can be imagined.

It would be too ugly to look at.

As the game goes on, the gap between Taicang Sect and Taixuan Sect will become larger and larger. After all, there are more geniuses in Taicang Sect. Those geniuses can defeat several Taixuan Sect contestants with just a little luck.

There are still 20 games to go, but they have nothing to do with Ye Lin, Wang Changsheng and Song Lingtian. Their games will have to wait until the next round of draws.

When the last batch of cultivators were competing, Ye Lin saw a beautiful girl in a fiery red dress on the No. 1 fighting stage.

This is the legendary owner of the best natural fire spiritual root, the most popular contestant to win the championship in this exchange competition, and the only woman Ye Lin has ever seen who dresses casually in public and does not wear the Taoist robes of her sect at all!